Fort Worth weekly gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1887-04-22
"MisfOrtune, mistressu


"Ah, she became poor, and had to sell
you2"
"No, mistress! She had faithless
lover, and wanted to follow him to punish
him-so she sold me and started"
"What romantic story!-you must
tell it all to me some time"
eyes, mistress!"
"Csn you read. Lena1"
fortunes, mistressi" replied Lena,
and she pointed to white flower, upon
which fresh blood was dropping-a flower
which grew outside of the window.
"What does that mean?" asked Stella,
in great surprise.
death to some one who dwells under
this roof-perhapS me-perhaps anoth-
erI" said the girl, quietly.
"Why, poor little bird has trausfxed
itself On the sharp point of q climbing
cactus, and lis blood is dropping on the
f1wer." said Stella, looking st once for
and fading the cause of what appeared
TO be such a singular phenomenon.
"Yes-it may have been false 70 its
mate, and God has punished it," said the
disguised girl.
"What q strange creature you are,
Lena! so full Of singular ideas-which,
Ike your language, are superior to your
station"
"My race, like monkeys, are good imi-
tators, mistress. My first mistress was
an actress once, and l learned a great
deal of her"
"An actress, and could she be Iady?"
Chow else could she take the part of g
| lady where there are thousands 20 Criti
else her words and looks and actious?"
"True! You have had good teacher,
Lena. Your own fktll and grace prove
that. Your figure is fine, your hand and
! f pot smaller than my own, your voice
musical your eyes beautiful-oh! if you
! ware not cOlored should suffer in COM
parlson with you"
"And yet"
The eyes of Lena flashed wildly as she
commenced to speak, but in a second she
checked herself, and the thought she had
been about to utter remained unspoken
"Yet what, Lena? Do not be afraid to
speak your thoughts. allow the famil-
iarity, because l feel that you will not
abuse it. What were you going to say?"
~ have forgotten, mistress. There is
Master Paul in the1Orange walk, beckon-
ing to you'll"
''Ah, yes. I see him-get me my hat
and scarf will go and join him."
Lena Obeyed the order. Stella put on
the articles and went out. Then the
pent-up passions Of Ada McAlpiu burst
forth-then, the moment when she was
alone.
eyes, go to meet him." she Kissed be-
tween her bloodless lips. 'Talk sweet
words to him while you may, for your
time is short. One day more, and red
handed death will claim you for victim.
g.,
day-the bird and the fower-for
And then. shall l be done with
will not be half punished in her death |
He must be poor, wrttched, In every way
lniserable-so miserable that he will hate |
life, and yet not dare to die. Then, then
he must know who wrought his misery, |
and for what it was done. When that |
hour arrives can die cCntented.
Good Must I look on them thus? he |
offers her hia arm-she takes it-tney |
walk down TO that favorite arb0r, where |
they will sit for hours. My brain is on |
frenzy heart will burst will not wait! |
But yes-patienCe, Tomorrow will be the |
tenth night-the moon will be out, and 50 !
will they! Patience-Ada-pst one
dav more and vengeance IS thine!"
With great effort Ada Gained the
tumultu0us torrent of her passions, turned
away from the sight which maddened her,
and busted herself in some little occupa-
ton which her mistress had assigned her.
CHAPTER
Glow do you like your new attendant,
Stella?' asked Paul, when Miss Delorme
Joined him in the orange grove.
GG0b uarU worry rnnph |
can thank you enough for the present.
She requires no commands, anticipates
all my wishes-in truth, seems to know
better what l require than I do myself.
Her taste in dress IS exquisite-you see
how we'll she dresses my hair and ar
ranges my toilet. Yet she has some very
singular ideas! l asked, in Jest, what
kind of dress would suit me for bri-
dial. What do you think her answer
WASP"
81 am not good at guessipg-prsy, tell
mel"
"She said, 'Black!' asked her why
she seemed confused, and hesitated. l
pressed her for an answer, and she re-
piled, "Because in marriage l would lose
my freedom"
"Not so singular an idea, after all
perhaps she is becoming tired of her
bondage and, signing for freedom, she
uttered that expression as hint of her
feelings"
"No-I think not; for when, a short
time before, l asked her if she was con-
tented with her place, she said yes, and
hoped that only death would cause her
to be separated from me-"
az know another VINO echoes the same
wish!"
"Another?"
eyes, dear Stella, and that other is my
self! Until lately have had no hope 10
my heart, and l tried and succeeded in
feeling Indifferent toward you. But hope
has entered my bosom, and l have dared
to love you-you who are so far, so very
ar my superior in everything-in beauty,
n intelligence, in fortune"
Glove is the most powerful democrat |
IN earth-an utter leveler!" said Stella
with smile. CHE knows no rank, title,
1r power but his own. He bends the
leart of the prince down at the feet of
he peasant msid-he lifts the cottage
angel to the throne!'
"And you VIII bid me hope, Stella, dear ,
Stellar"
81 did not say so, Paul. This matter is
lew to me. and requires consideration.
must study my own heart-ask it what it ,
cells, before can reply to you. But l l
an say at once that of late have learned
o admire and respect your good quail
les"
Admiration and respect are surely the '
leralds of approaching love-" ssid Paul. !
"YOu are growing very poetical," said +
stella, smiling.
with such 3 subject as Yourself before =